Tuesday, September 26, 2017

I'm so happy Daryl Devore is on my blog today and sharing an excerpt from Darien's Desire!

You loved What Happens in Bangkok and want to know what happens next….

It's complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey's life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood's sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien's life—real or not—it's hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?

Rain pattered on the thatched roof of the pavilion. She pulled back with a gasp, lowered her head and worked tiny kisses down his throat, his chest and along his stomach. As she backed up, the tip of his swollen cock bumped her bottom. She wiggled it. A groan erupted from his throat.

She lifted her hips and pressed her groin against his shaft. Flexing and tilting her hips, she positioned herself so her clit slid along his hot flesh. He bucked and moaned. A sweet internal tingle turned to an intense burn. Her body tensed as her focus centered on her need.

As quick as she could, she shifted and settled herself over his erection and eased down. He arched his hips. His chest rose and fell in rapid shallow breaths. She massaged her breasts as she rocked her hips.

"Pretend these are your hands. Feel what they're feeling." She teased and pulled at her nipples, making them swollen and pink. "Imagine your lips sucking on these. When I think about you doing that to me, it makes me so hot." She kept her rocking motion steady. "Like this?"

"Oh gawd, babe. Yes. You're so incredible."

She slid one hand down her belly to her clit and the other around, reaching for his balls. With gentle movements, she rubbed.

The rain increased. The wind howled through the trees.

He raised and dropped his hips, moans matching his movements. She dragged her fingers around his balls. His hips jerked as he deepened his thrust.

The sensation grew and spread through her.

"Come on, babe. I'm gonna come. Come on." She focused her hand, circling and stroking her clit as she pumped up and down. Her breasts bounced. Her heart pounded.

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

Darien's Desire is the second book in the Two Loves One Heart Trilogy. It continues the romance of club owner, Erika Bailey and rock star, Darien Scott. This books throws more curves at them and takes them off to an erotic locale.

Are you working on a new book right now?

The final book of the series is bouncing between editor and myself at the moment- expected Dec release. After that, there is a Christmas short coming out, about a songwriter and a homeless person – obviously a Dec release. There is one book sitting on hard drive that is begging to be written, but I just can't seem to get to it. And several others are waiting.

Are you a morning or night person?

Night owl. According to my mother – even when I was a baby – night owl!

If I wasn't afraid I would _________ (What?)

If I wasn't afraid I would stand up for myself more often. I'm an introvert and a massive wuss.

Someday, I want to _________ (What?)

Touch a cloud. One of those beautiful white summery clouds.

What is the best thing you have done in your life?

Raised my daughter to be a strong independent woman (opposite of her wuss of a mother)

What are your favorite hobbies?

I am addicted to yoga. I also belly dance. And I love to garden and cook.

What are your pet peeves?

Arrogant people. They so annoy me. Because of the anonymity of the internet, people say the meanest and quite often the stupidest things. That is so irritating.

As a child, what did you wish to become when you grew up?

A cowboy. I didn't understand about gender – I'm a girl but I wanted to be a cowboy. Not a cowgirl. A cowboy.

If you were to create a slogan for your life, what would it be?

My current mantra is I release my need to be perfcet. It's been known to irritate others because of the typo, but that's there on purpose. Trying to be perfect is impossible and wastes a lot of valuable energy, so I have given myself permission to be imperfect and not worry about it. Remember a few questions higher I said I'm addicted to yoga. That's where I learned how to release my quest for perfection.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache?

“Who sent him a companion?” Vince asked with a grin.

The deliveryman checked his readout. “A Ms. Urma Royster.”

“You got to be kidding. Your mom sent you a woman.” Vince stepped over to the hooded person and leaned in close to view the lady through her black veil.

Nick yanked the gritty hand-held device from the carrier and reviewed the delivery information. “Yes, well, I guess she got tired of me trying to find one on my own. After all, how many nice single women want to live at a nustru site? Dirt flying night and day, randy men on the prowl, and living in conditions that rival a slum. It’s not very conducive to romance.”

“Just put your thumb imprint there on the bottom, and she’s all yours.” The deliveryman pointed to the square in the right corner of the display.

Nick didn’t like the change in his assignment. He’d sweated through this highly sensitive tour of duty for the past two years with the possibility of being discovered every moment. At this late date, the department didn’t need to jeopardize the mission by introducing someone new to the mix. Not when he stood on the brink of learning just what they needed to know to put an end to the war between his world and Vortar.

Unable to refuse the delivery without causing a scene, Nick followed the man’s direction and handed him back his tracking tool.

“Hell, why do they cover them up so? I can’t see what she looks like at all.” Vince tugged at the hood but the lady stepped back and shook her head.

“That’s the privilege of the person who purchased her. He’s the first to see her.” The deliveryman opened the office door. The blaring noise from outside invaded the room again. With no more than a small wave, the carrier left.

The renewed silence bounced around in Nick’s head. What was he supposes to do now?

Saturday, September 16, 2017

I'm so pleased to have the very amazing Felicity Brandon here on my blog today with her brand-new book - TAMING LADY LYDIA. If you like an engrossing Regency romance from start to finish, a dashing authoritarian hero, a sweet but spirited heroine, super hot spanking scenes, and a great love story this is the book for you! It won't disappoint!

A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…

When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about... He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.

When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…

Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.

With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?

The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.

I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”

A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.

“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”

I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.

“Yes…” I just about manage.

“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”

I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.

“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”

I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”

He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”

My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.

“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”

In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”

“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”

I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.

A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.

As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.

I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.

“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.

“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”

His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”

I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”

Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.

His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”

“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.

“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”

I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.

His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.

“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.

I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.

“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.

I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.

“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”

He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”

***

“I do so enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.

My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded them to do so.

***

“My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

She was running from Beau to protect him, but he would not let her escape.

Beauregard St. Pierre needs to find his run-away fiancée before she gets hurt. A fake psychic has filled her head with foolish nonsense. Generally, not one to leave his job and responsibilities for any length of time, he is determined to locate Belle quickly so they can return to New Orleans.

Anabelle Simar’s life changed drastically after she met Madame Claudette. She found the man of her dreams and inherited a tidy sum of money, all after the gifted psychic predicted the events. It is only natural to run away when the same woman warns Belle she puts her lover at great risk.

The couple ends up at River Oaks, where Madame Lenore regularly communicates with spirits. At first, she does not see any danger, but every time Beau and Belle visit for another reading, his fate is altered in disastrous ways.

Will sweet Anabelle really stab, burn and shoot the man she loves? Can Beau protect himself and the woman he loves? Will their love hold them together against the odds, real or invented?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance has elements of humor, mystery, suspense, paranormal happenings, sexual scenes, adult language and discipline of adult women. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.

“Do you really think I bullied you? Be honest.” Those piercing eyes didn’t miss a thing as he watched her. His words drew her attention and she almost felt like crying in frustration. Sighing in defeat, she turned away from him again. Beau continued speaking, not giving her a chance to build up another wall between them. “This is ridiculous, Belle. This whole situation is foolish. Come home with me and let’s put this whole thing behind us.”

“I can’t and you know why,” she told him before rummaging through her cabinets and pulling out a small coffee maker.

“Madame Claudette had a vision. She’s never been wrong. Believe me, I prayed and prayed she was mistaken, but I can’t take a chance with your safety. I love you too much for that, Beau. I’d rather be miserable without you, knowing you are safe, than happily at your side and watch you be hurt.”

A man can only take so much frustration when trying to reason with his lover. Beau had finally passed his threshold. “Talking is getting us nowhere. I am tired of trying to reason with you, Belle. You love me. I love you. We are getting married. Decades from now, I will enjoy telling our grandchildren how I had to chase their stubborn grandmother across the state until she finally realized she belonged at my side.”

He glanced around the room for a suitable place to carry out his next plan of action. The coffee table and stool close to the microwave looked too flimsy to hold his frame, let alone both their weights. He had serious concerns about the sturdiness of the double bed, too. But the latter would have to make do. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Belle toward the frame.

When did you know you wanted to be an author? My father ran a weekly newspaper in my hometown. He and two of my brothers are published authors, though they delve into nonfiction. Since the first time I picked up a romance novel, I have wanted to create my own. Raising a family delayed the dream, but Blushing made it come true in September 2016 with the release of my first ebook, Her Chance Encounters, book one of the Spirits of River Oaks series.

What is your writing process like? Daydreaming is my favorite hobby. I like to find a quiet place to mediate and come up with my own dramas, watching them unfold in my very active imagination.

Libraries or bookstores?

Online bookstores are my favorite. I don’t like to give up any of the books I enjoy. Once all the bookshelves at my house were full, I purchased an ipad and tripled the number of titles I own. I love being able to take my vast library with me on long trips.

Do you have a favorite vacation spot?

Since I live below sea level, I prefer visiting the mountains when my family takes take me away. Then again, cruising is my all-time favorite adventure because I can sail to places with mountains, while letting someone be responsible for the cooking and cleaning.

Chocolate or Vanilla?

The more chocolate involved, the better. Give me vanilla and I will smother it with chocolate chips, syrup and brownies.

Tea or Coffee?

Coffee in the morning, tea for supper, I am a southern lady, thru and thru.

Tell us about your most adventurous experience.

Read any of my books and you are likely hearing about some adventure either I or one of my loved ones went through. I change things up to protect the innocent and shield the guilty (most often me.)

Ruby Caine, exclusive writer for Blushing Publication, will release her 8th book Sept. 11. Book four of The Spirits of River Oaks series finds Lenore Zeringue consoling New Orleans native Anabelle Simar. Another psychic has warned Belle she must break up with her fiancée Beauregard St. Pierre or chance causing him grave harm. At first, Lenore sees nothing but happiness between the two, but the more often the couple visit her, the more dangerous things become. Before long, the River Parishes Psychic fears Bella will try to kill her lover no less than three different ways.

Caine and her family live near the Big Easy and her stories often take us through the historical setting which follows along the mighty Mississippi. The Spirits series revolves around the powerful Lenore, who often gets messages from those who have passed on from this world. Another series by Caine is called Katrina’s Aftermath, a group of four contemporary romances minus the paranormal theme. Rounding out books by Ruby Caine is a standalone called Making the Wright Connections, featuring a bratty signer tamed by a sexy cop.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Laura's Longing is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.

Laura looked up, not moving. Frankie met her gaze and slipped around beside her, bending over and slipping her hand between Laura's unresisting thighs. She continued to look at Laura as her finger slipped deep inside her, causing Laura to gasp before moaning in pleasure.

"He has never been able to do that so easily," she said, the surprise obvious in her voice.

"I know," Frankie replied soothingly. "He would still be fumbling about at this point, wondering how he was going to slip his cock in there. Your feelings would not even be coming into it. Now, slide forward for me."

Laura complied before Frankie moved around in front of her, leaving her finger inside as she knelt between Laura's splayed legs. As Frankie moved, Laura felt the movement of her finger inside her slick sex and knew the sensations she felt were no accident. Her friend knew exactly what she was doing.

"Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride." As soon as she spoke she used her fingers to open Laura's labia. Her tongue then darted in and out of Laura's glistening sex, barely touching her but eliciting instant moans of pleasure.

I have harbored an urge to be a writer for many years, figuring I could write as well as many published authors but never having the wherewithal to actually see a story through to completion. When I finally did, I found that people actually liked it and I have continued ever since.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I now have six published books under two pseudonyms – Jessica Brand and R. R. Greaves. They all have elements of spanking in them but they tend to be more into BDSM, power and control and are quite explicit.

Are you okay in your kink?

I embrace my kink. After keeping it repressed for many years, I realized that you only live once. Just about everyone has fantasies and many of them are about things we would not normally share with family and friends. What goes on between two consenting adults is nobody else’s business and hence the biggest decision should revolve around whether one wants to act out their fantasy or whether they want to keep it in their mind. Once that decision has been made, it’s easy.

Where do you find inspiration for your stories?

When you write, do you ever model any characters after actual people? My inspiration comes from my own fantasies and experiences then I weave them into a story that, hopefully people can relate to. I want people to read my stories and be able to imagine themselves in the thick of the action – either as the dominant character or as the submissive. Some but not all of my characters are modelled on real people I’ve met and played with.

Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene.

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The lovely Jaye Peaches is here today with her new book CHOSEN BY THE HIGH JUDGE!

Sentenced to an ancient ordeal, Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”

Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”

“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”

The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.

He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.

Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.

The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.

She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.

“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.

She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.

“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.

Little human!

What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.

“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

I have Ashe Barker again today with her book HER DARK VIKING but this time she's sharing a yummy spanking excerpt with us!

He saw her. He wanted her. So he returned to take her...

After she is captured by Viking raiders, twenty-five-year-old Mairead is left with no choice but to depend on Gunnar Freysson, the battle-hardened leader of the Norsemen, to protect her and her young children. Though he makes it clear that she is his property to do with as he pleases, Gunnar shows remarkable concern for Mairead’s wellbeing, and when she risks her life in a dangerous attempt at escape he does not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly.

The strict punishment leaves Mairead thoroughly ashamed yet helplessly aroused, and when Gunnar takes her in his arms and claims her properly she cannot deny her body’s response to his dominant lovemaking. As the days pass, Mairead realizes that Gunnar cares for her deeply, and despite her situation she finds herself falling in love with the stern, handsome warrior. But can she truly give her heart to the man who took her from her home?

Publisher’s Note: Her Dark Viking is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Would a spanking hurt as much as his belt had? Did he perhaps intend to use his belt again? He had not said, she simply assumed he would--

"Lie across my lap and lift up your sark."

He interrupted her musings with his curt instruction. Gunnar had seated himself on the edge of the bed, where just a few moments ago Donald had sat. The Viking regarded her over his shoulder, his eyes as dark as she had ever seen them and his expression stern.

She had questions, her head brimmed with them, but she supposed all would be answered soon enough. He kept his belt on, which was a relief she supposed. Mairead slipped from the bed and came around to stand before him.

"Shall I take this off?" She plucked at the fabric at the front of her undershirt.

"No. I want you to get in position then raise the sark for me. You will get yourself ready, bare your bottom for me to spank."

Oh, sweet Jesu. Something coiled and tingled between her legs, and she sensed a fluttering within which she could not quite name but she knew her most private places were dampening at his words. It would have been difficult to remove her clothing for him, but she had done it once and could manage again. This different approach of his was more intense, more humiliating. She was to aid in her own punishment by arranging herself just so.

"Mairead, do not keep me waiting."

"No, Jarl." She almost flung herself across his thighs, her head dangling down by his boot and her hair sweeping the floor. She dreaded what she must do next but wanted to get it over with so she reached back to grab the hem of her linen shirt and hastily pulled it up to her waist, then tucked the bulk of the material under her stomach to ensure it remained in place. She was horribly embarrassed, prayed that no one would see fit to open the curtain and see her thus. Had Aigneis managed to get Donald out of the longhouse in time?

"What are you thinking?" His tone was soft, and she took courage from that.

"I am afraid someone will hear, or come in."

"They might, but there is nothing you can do about any of that now. None of what is to happen to you is under your control so you might as well let it go. Relax, if you can, and surrender."

"I do not mean to fight you, Jarl. Or to struggle."

"I know that." He laid one warm, solid palm on her bottom and rubbed a large circle around her left cheek. "I was thinking more of what is happening in your head. You need only to feel this, not think overmuch about it."

"I... I will try, Jarl." Her voice fell to a breathy whisper. Her bottom was still tender from yesterday and as he pressed her delicate skin those sensations returned. How much more punishment could she take?

"You know why this is happening." It was a statement, not a question.

"I disobeyed you."

"Yes, though I now rather think you misunderstood my instruction rather than deliberately disobeyed. You should have checked, asked me to clarify."

"I will, Jarl. Next time."

"I shall make sure of it. So, are you ready?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I am ready."

The first volley of spanks were light, teasing almost. Gunnar rained slaps down on both her buttocks, covering the sensitive globes and causing her to clench and writhe on his lap, but not to cry out. It was painful, but not overly so and there was pleasure in it too, especially when he paused to caress her smarting skin. Now she moaned, but in startled delight rather than pain.

"You like that?"

She nodded, but then realised he may not have seen her. "Yes, Jarl."

"Will you spread your legs for me?"

"Of course." On one level, she had no choice, he would make her do as he wanted though he did phrase the command most politely. But on another this was exactly what she desired, what she had hoped for. Punishment, submission, sensuality – these were a heady mix and she no longer knew quite how to separate them, or even if she wished to. So she parted her thighs and lay still.

"So pretty, and so wet." He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her soaking folds. Mairead tensed under the sudden wave of lust which seemed to engulf her. "Did I hurt you?" His voice was soft now, and achingly seductive.

"No, it was ... more pleasant than I remembered."

"I see. And this?" Now he toyed with the pleasure nub he had awakened yesterday. Mairead stuffed her fist in her mouth in an attempt not to squeal out loud.

"Answer me. Is this nice."

"Mmmmm."

Her muffled response clearly did not suffice. He dropped two hard slaps, one on each buttock. "I expect you to talk to me, to answer if I ask you a question. If you do not understand what I want of you, you may tell me that since I know our tongue is still new to you."

"It is very nice, Jarl." She blurted the reply out fast, fearing another onslaught of slaps and craving them at the same time.

"And this?" Now he circled her entrance with his finger tip.

"That too, Jarl. It feels so good..."

"This?" His finger entered her, just to the first knuckle she thought. "Any pain?"

"No, it feels wonderful. Perhaps you might... I mean, maybe a little more?"

"Can I trust you to tell me if I hurt you?"

"You have hurt me. You are spanking me, Jarl. It is meant to hurt, is it not?"

"The spanking, yes. Not this." He swirled his finger between the swollen, sensitive lips. "You only gave birth a month ago."

"I am healed, truly I am. The birth was easy, and... oh! Ooooh." She let out a sob as he slid his whole finger into her.

"Tell me, Mairead. Is this painful?"

"No. No, it is ... wonderful. Please do not stop."

"Greedy wench. You will take your spanking; then, if I am satisfied you have learnt better manners, I will give you what you desire."

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but in writing this series of stories I have been determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

So, tell us a bit more about Gunnar. His appearance is fearsome, but is he a softie at heart?

I wouldn’t exactly call Gunnar soft, but he picks his battles and he is gentle with those weaker than himself. He is fascinated by Mairead from the moment he sets eyes on her but she doesn’t know that so she has every reason to fear him when he carries her off as a slave.

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.